I believe that Nursing like abortion should be a Woman's choice! Grandmas, Grandpas, great grandparents, uncles, aunts, why to an extent even the father (he can have some say, but not all) ... have right to believe what they believe but never force their opinion upon the mother. I say, if you can't donate your boob for feeding then stay out of it!
Some people like to believe that birth and all else that follows should happen in a certain way.
Are you breast feeding? If you are not, then they feel you are depriving the child of something so important. Some people want to do it, some people don't want to do it and some like me are open and willing to give it a shot... If I don't get it or the baby won't get it.... just LEAVE it!
"Oh no!!!!!" they exclaim "Dont get him used to the bottle, he will never go back to nursing again".... SO, what????
As far as I am concerned, if the child gets his/her nutrition and continues to develop well, who the hell cares if the baby got food from the boob or the bottle? I don't think my child will complain about the lack of boob time when he is an adult.
02 February 2010
29 January 2010
New Year, New baby, New mommy and an old neglected blog
Jan 16th was my blog's first birthday.... and I totally forgot about it.... I was on a baby break!
Nikhil Channaraj made his appearance on Jan 19th a little after noon. As expected our lives as we knew it has changed completely.... forever.
I am still recovering from some pain in certain wrong places, but other than that I have been up and about an hour or so after he was born, much to my mom's dislike.
Little dude is doing fine. Life is pretty bindaas for him. Three people taking care of him, fussing over him, burping him, cleaning him and what not...
As for us adults, we are hanging in here. Once upon a time I couldn't survive without 8 hours of sleep.... cut the 8 in half and that's roughly what I get these days. There is no difference between days and nights. Its all feeding time, changing time, sleeping time for Nikhil. As boring as all that sounds, its such a pleasure watching this small human being. The amount of love and attachment that I feel towards him can't be explained.
Its such a blessing to have my mom around. Good meals on time aside, someone to tell me that the baby is behaving like any other normal infant, someone to tell me not to keep worrying so much.
The new-mom worry has consumed me. Every other friend of mine who has gone through this experience tells me to enjoy this time and not to be a worry freak. But I just can't seem to stop this constant annoying feeling that something might (or is) wrong with the baby. For now, I am trying my best to control my anxiety. I am trying my best not to google every little thing that the baby does. I am trying to chant *shaaantiii shaaantiii* constantly. V & my mom sort of help me maintain my sanity.
Aall izzz vell... aall izz vell
Nikhil Channaraj made his appearance on Jan 19th a little after noon. As expected our lives as we knew it has changed completely.... forever.
I am still recovering from some pain in certain wrong places, but other than that I have been up and about an hour or so after he was born, much to my mom's dislike.
Little dude is doing fine. Life is pretty bindaas for him. Three people taking care of him, fussing over him, burping him, cleaning him and what not...
As for us adults, we are hanging in here. Once upon a time I couldn't survive without 8 hours of sleep.... cut the 8 in half and that's roughly what I get these days. There is no difference between days and nights. Its all feeding time, changing time, sleeping time for Nikhil. As boring as all that sounds, its such a pleasure watching this small human being. The amount of love and attachment that I feel towards him can't be explained.
Its such a blessing to have my mom around. Good meals on time aside, someone to tell me that the baby is behaving like any other normal infant, someone to tell me not to keep worrying so much.
The new-mom worry has consumed me. Every other friend of mine who has gone through this experience tells me to enjoy this time and not to be a worry freak. But I just can't seem to stop this constant annoying feeling that something might (or is) wrong with the baby. For now, I am trying my best to control my anxiety. I am trying my best not to google every little thing that the baby does. I am trying to chant *shaaantiii shaaantiii* constantly. V & my mom sort of help me maintain my sanity.
Aall izzz vell... aall izz vell
11 January 2010
It's time for another blog
Three posts in a day! I know how to make up for none in last three weeks, don't I?
Now that I have 9 more days to the due date, I have been wondering... Should I let "baby updates" be a part of my regular blog or should I dedicate a new blog for that? I decided to give it a separate spot at www.littlechanna.blogspot.com
I am sure I won't run short of material for that blog... the question is will I have the time? I hope to continue blogging on this one too, but something tells me this blog might become "Venting on..." :-)
Now that I have 9 more days to the due date, I have been wondering... Should I let "baby updates" be a part of my regular blog or should I dedicate a new blog for that? I decided to give it a separate spot at www.littlechanna.blogspot.com
I am sure I won't run short of material for that blog... the question is will I have the time? I hope to continue blogging on this one too, but something tells me this blog might become "Venting on..." :-)
Time for some updates
I grant December the "Funnest Month of the Year" Award. I don't even know where to begin. I had my first ever baby shower which was simply superb! I had so much fun at the shower... I can't thank my friends (you all know who you are) enough for having thrown me the bestestest shower. Thanks to all my friends (again, you all know who you are) who came and shared your evening with us and gave us such wonderful and thoughtful gifts.
I had another surprise shower at work... my manager, also a good friend of mine organized everything. She managed to sneak V in to work as well. It is an amazing feeling to have such wonderful co-workers.
Two showers meant two delightful cakes! Needless to say, V managed to polish both off in a decent amount of time. The first one was one helluva strawberry shortcake from Pastries by Randolph... which was decorated with the cutest blue booties you'd ever find. It was so cute that V & I refused to touch it. So, before marking our territories with knives we carefully lifted the booties off the cake. The one from work was a double chocolate mousse cake, shaped as a baby in a blanket... which was another winner.
I must've been a very good girl this year, because I got a wonderful Christmas gift. Spending time with my friends from college. It was so much fun hanging out with my girlfriends. It was so sweet of them to have planned a trip to come visit me. It was just like good old times. We watched movies, we ate so much that our stomachs hurt, we laughed so much that my friends thought I'll go in to labor...
All in all such a perfect month!
I had another surprise shower at work... my manager, also a good friend of mine organized everything. She managed to sneak V in to work as well. It is an amazing feeling to have such wonderful co-workers.
Two showers meant two delightful cakes! Needless to say, V managed to polish both off in a decent amount of time. The first one was one helluva strawberry shortcake from Pastries by Randolph... which was decorated with the cutest blue booties you'd ever find. It was so cute that V & I refused to touch it. So, before marking our territories with knives we carefully lifted the booties off the cake. The one from work was a double chocolate mousse cake, shaped as a baby in a blanket... which was another winner.
I must've been a very good girl this year, because I got a wonderful Christmas gift. Spending time with my friends from college. It was so much fun hanging out with my girlfriends. It was so sweet of them to have planned a trip to come visit me. It was just like good old times. We watched movies, we ate so much that our stomachs hurt, we laughed so much that my friends thought I'll go in to labor...
All in all such a perfect month!
Welcoming 2010
We bid adieu to another decade and welcomed a brand new year! Here's wishing everyone a fantastic year ahead filled with precious moments!
18 December 2009
Happy Holidays!
My favorite time of the year is here…. That time of the year when the holiday bug infects everyone. Despite the chill in the air, there’s cheer on everyone’s face. Brightly lit homes and some with curtains pulled back to let others catch a glimpse of that beautifully lit Christmas tree…. This is the best part of winter.
Enjoy the season.
Wishing you a Merry Christmas, Happy Hanukkah and a Wonderful New Year.
Enjoy the season.
Wishing you a Merry Christmas, Happy Hanukkah and a Wonderful New Year.
03 December 2009
Ready or not
I am supposed to be “self evaluating” for the year-end performance process… Wonder if “Manage, monitor and maintain the development of a human being” qualifies as taking on additional responsibility!
Anyway, you were given sufficient warning in the previous post about how I was switching gears to write about pregnancy. If my pregnancy does not interest you, now is the time to close this blog and read something else… may I suggest highheelconfidential.com – go check it out, I won’t mind… promise :-) (psst.. I am hooked on to that website myself)
Ok… so where do I begin? Let’s see… What is the number one question folks have asked me after I shared the “news”? Was it planned? The thought that instantly comes to my mind is... Does it really matter? Now that I am in this situation it’s too late to back out even if it was unplanned.
Seriously, I don’t think I would ever have been 100% ready. I could not picture myself longing to start a family, be a mother and all that. Three years ago, one of our friends announced that they were expecting a baby… while I was genuinely happy and overjoyed for them… their news only reinforced my belief that I was not ready for that journey yet. Over the next few years, as I saw more friends and peers stepping in to parenthood…. I used to wonder, is a baby really necessary for me? Am I ready to shoulder the biggest responsibility in my life? Well, once you are married it’s not just “me”, “my decision” anymore. I posed the question to V… We had a lengthy discussion about that question, many others and something else that was nagging me…. Is it a selfish desire to want to have one’s own baby while there are so many abandoned children and babies out there?
At the end of that discussion, it was clear that V was more ready than me to start a family of our own. He was convinced and totally enthusiastic that I brought the topic up. “Don’t you want to see a part of yourself in a person, an opportunity to mould and shape a young mind, to be a positive influence in a person’s life…” he said all that with a lot of josh… It made me feel quite guilty, I had never thought about it that way… Am I the selfish one here who’d rather shirk responsibility and live a life according to me with no worries? So I took another stab at the question. Do I see myself not needing a family forever? May be I don’t see the need for a kid now, may be I don’t see the need when I am 40, but as I grow older, I am sure that I would miss the fact that I don’t have a family. As is the case with me always, I would long for something when it’s too late ;-) I realized that I was looking at the decision of starting a family from a short-term angle.
Was I ready then? No. Would I've been ready in two years, five years… may be ten? I don’t think I’d ever be fully ready. Having a baby, being responsible for shaping the life of a child, is a huge deal and I would always be apprehensive about the big change, no matter how old I was. If I knew something for certain it was that life couldn’t just be V & me always… Then, does it really matter if we decide to go ahead and take the plunge now or five years later? I decided to close my eyes, hold my breath and take the plunge…
There you go short question “Was this planned” and a very long answer. I don’t know about planned or not planned but I can definitely say that a lot of thought was put in to it :-)
Anyway, you were given sufficient warning in the previous post about how I was switching gears to write about pregnancy. If my pregnancy does not interest you, now is the time to close this blog and read something else… may I suggest highheelconfidential.com – go check it out, I won’t mind… promise :-) (psst.. I am hooked on to that website myself)
Ok… so where do I begin? Let’s see… What is the number one question folks have asked me after I shared the “news”? Was it planned? The thought that instantly comes to my mind is... Does it really matter? Now that I am in this situation it’s too late to back out even if it was unplanned.
Seriously, I don’t think I would ever have been 100% ready. I could not picture myself longing to start a family, be a mother and all that. Three years ago, one of our friends announced that they were expecting a baby… while I was genuinely happy and overjoyed for them… their news only reinforced my belief that I was not ready for that journey yet. Over the next few years, as I saw more friends and peers stepping in to parenthood…. I used to wonder, is a baby really necessary for me? Am I ready to shoulder the biggest responsibility in my life? Well, once you are married it’s not just “me”, “my decision” anymore. I posed the question to V… We had a lengthy discussion about that question, many others and something else that was nagging me…. Is it a selfish desire to want to have one’s own baby while there are so many abandoned children and babies out there?
At the end of that discussion, it was clear that V was more ready than me to start a family of our own. He was convinced and totally enthusiastic that I brought the topic up. “Don’t you want to see a part of yourself in a person, an opportunity to mould and shape a young mind, to be a positive influence in a person’s life…” he said all that with a lot of josh… It made me feel quite guilty, I had never thought about it that way… Am I the selfish one here who’d rather shirk responsibility and live a life according to me with no worries? So I took another stab at the question. Do I see myself not needing a family forever? May be I don’t see the need for a kid now, may be I don’t see the need when I am 40, but as I grow older, I am sure that I would miss the fact that I don’t have a family. As is the case with me always, I would long for something when it’s too late ;-) I realized that I was looking at the decision of starting a family from a short-term angle.
Was I ready then? No. Would I've been ready in two years, five years… may be ten? I don’t think I’d ever be fully ready. Having a baby, being responsible for shaping the life of a child, is a huge deal and I would always be apprehensive about the big change, no matter how old I was. If I knew something for certain it was that life couldn’t just be V & me always… Then, does it really matter if we decide to go ahead and take the plunge now or five years later? I decided to close my eyes, hold my breath and take the plunge…
There you go short question “Was this planned” and a very long answer. I don’t know about planned or not planned but I can definitely say that a lot of thought was put in to it :-)
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